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 "title": "To Byron",
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    "text": "Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!",
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   {
    "text": "Attuning still the soul to tenderness,",
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    "text": "As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,",
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   {
    "text": "Had touch’d her plaintive lute, and thou, being by,",
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   {
    "text": "Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer’d them to die.",
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   {
    "text": "O’ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less",
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   {
    "text": "Delightful: thou thy griefs dost dress",
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   {
    "text": "With a bright halo, shining beamily,",
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   {
    "text": "As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Its sides are ting’d with a resplendent glow,",
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   {
    "text": "Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail,",
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   {
    "text": "And like fair veins in sable marble flow;",
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   {
    "text": "Still warble, dying swan! still tell the tale,",
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    "text": "The enchanting tale, the tale of pleasing woe.",
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